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"Not afraid?"
"I'm really not afraid!"
Lu Yu glanced at the little girl who was following suit, and walked in first.
It was cold in the morgue, and there was an indescribable smell. He lifted the white cloth, frowned and pinched a small piece of sawdust in the man's hair, looking at it carefully.
The man who had been dead for a long time had a livid complexion and distinct facial features, which was very scary.
Yan Zhenzhen glanced at the person lying down, and suddenly felt sick, and there was something rolling in her throat. She pulled on his sleeve, resisted the discomfort, looked away and asked him, "Sir, have you discovered anything?"
The sleeves are getting tighter and tighter.
He chuckled and raised his hand to send her out.
"Wait for me outside."
Yan Zhenzhen still wanted to defend herself, but with her appearance in front of her, she really had no confidence to say anything.
Even though he was obviously scared, he still had to hold on.
"You stand here and influence my performance."
Lu Yu said lightly and moved the sleeves she held.
Yan Zhenzhen curled her lips, let go, and obediently pushed the door open and went out.
The purple potato cake in my arms is still warm.
She pursed her lips, swallowed and stuffed the cake back into her arms.
Yan Zhenzhen sat down on the wooden pile and pursed her lips. It takes an hour or two for adults to do anything. I wonder if the late autumn wind will cool the pancakes.
Intention: Love is redemption and tolerance.